As an Ottawa-based artist, (originally from the Kingston area), who works with oil paint, mixed media, and photographs to "construct" alternative truths to real-life situations, I have long been fascinated by the connection between story-telling and history, both small and large scale, and try to reconcile that in my imagery by making works that can be read in a number of "true", but often conflicting, ways.
Graduating from the BFA program at Ottawa U. in 2003, I set upon the duel goals of refining my artistic practice, and seeing the world. The two proved symbiotic, as teaching English in Taiwan, backpacking through Europe, and Gallery-hopping in New York were the impetus behind such bodies of work as “The Road More or Less Travelled”, “Interior Spaces”, and “Rainstorm at the Guggenheim”. More recently, I have temporarily set aside my hostels-and-spaghetti-right-out-of-the-can life/art-style in favour of more introspection, finding inspiration closer to home in series’ such as “Fireworks”, and “Playing House”. I’ve also enjoyed teaching Contemporary Painting and children’s classes at the Ottawa School of Art. These factually fictitious paintings have been shown in several venues, including Cube Gallery, The New Art Festival, the West End Studio Tour, the OSA Gallery, The Toronto Art Expo, the Ottawa Art Gallery’s Art Rental and Sales, The Agnes Etherington Art Rental and Sales, as well as being represented in many private collections.
“I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing…….Only I will remain.”
Frank Herbert, Dune
As women, we are supposed to fear: the dark, being alone, strangers, poverty, unsuccessfulness, societal judgment, stigma, weight gain, inability, being unwanted, infertility, disease, uncleanliness, abandonment, scorn, our bodies, and most of all; we are supposed to fear anything that we really, really want. Despite the actual dangers to being a woman, (war, poverty, domestic and sexual abuse, oppression, and childbirth), fear, whether projected from outside or within, acts as the invisible chain binding us to our own perceived limitations. When it is gone, only we will remain.